Tuesday, 27 March 2012

The Name of the Game

The Name of the Game has just been released by SirenBookStrand and to celebrate, I’m giving a
copy away. Just leave a comment on this blog and your name will go into the
hat. Good luck!

This is my first effort at writing romantic
suspense solely from the heroine’s point of view. Ashley believes her boss when he says his marriage if over. They enter
into a steamy affair and Ashley works her butt off to prepare the company for
amalgamation with a rival so that she and Matt can go public with their
relationship. But the bottom abruptly falls out of her world when Matt’s
‘estranged’ wife appears at the office, heavily pregnant.

Ashley breaks off
the affair but Matt won’t let up on her. He convinces her that he isn’t the
father of the baby but must stand by Eve until the amalgamation goes through
because she owns a vital five per cent of the company’s shares that could swing
the deal in either direction.

Someone is trying to sabotage the amalgamation. Ashley delves into the
Templeton family’s affairs, uncovering deeply buried secrets that someone will
go to any lengths—even murder—to protect. As she fights to save the man she
loves from the brink of ruin, Ashley finds that she’s placed her own life on
the line…

This is how Ashley discovers the truth about Matt’s wife’s condition -

“Did
you wish to see me about anything in particular, sir?”

“Yes,
gorgeous, I want to know where you’d like to go for dinner this evening.”

Ashley
didn’t attempt to hide her surprise, or her elation. They hardly ever dined out
together, just in case they were seen. If they did, it was always in small, out
of the way places of Matt’s choosing.

“Anywhere
I like?”

He
smiled that alluringly sexy smile of his, the one that never failed to make her
feel weak at the knees, and nodded. “Anywhere at all.”

“And
what are we supposed to be celebrating?”

Ashley
held her breath, instinctively understanding that they’d reached a defining
moment in their relationship. She said nothing more though, determined to make
him put into words exactly what was in his mind.

“Well—”
He paused, the expression in his silver-gray eyes meltingly gentle, full of
tender affection. “There’s a certain event that we should be celebrating on
Thursday, but since I have to be in Southampton for the rest of the week, we’ll
just have to bring things forward by a day.”

Ashley
dropped thick curling lashes over her eyes as she attempted to disguise her
disappointment. She had allowed herself to hope that he had something far more
life-changing in mind that her thirty-fifth birthday. But now wasn’t the time
to broach that particular subject. It was enough that he was prepared to risk
being seen in public with her—a huge step forward.

“Why,
Mr Templeton, I do believe you’ve remembered by birthday.”

“How
could I forget?” He chuckled, a soft throaty sound that was so uniquely him.
“And good girls can expect to receive special presents.”

“Ah,
but therein lies a problem.” She chewed pensively at her lower lip. “You don’t
like me when I’m good.”

“That
depends upon your definition of good. I don’t, for instance, much care for
girls who have good-looking young men in and out of their office all the
morning, asking needless questions.” His eyes bored into her profile. “Are you
going to tell me who he is?”

“What?”
she asked, with wide-eyed innocence. “Surely you don’t mean Gordon, the new
dispatcher I just employed? The one with the deep blue eyes, a cute dimple,
sexy smile, and hunky body.” Matt growled at her. “Is he good-looking? Can’t
say I noticed. Anyway,” she added, enjoying the sexual buzz she got just from
flirting with him, “I’m almost old enough to be his mother.”

Matt
fixed her with a disbelieving gaze. “Baby, the way he was looking at you when I
walked past this morning sure ain’t the way a guy looks at his mother.”

His
expression of concern for the business gave way to a wild look of panic. He
stared at Ashley without speaking. Although she was seated directly in front of
him, he didn’t appear to see her, causing a frisson of alarm to spiral through
her. It was awkward, but Matt’s reaction seemed way over the top. Ashley was
well able to maintain a professional stance in front of his wife. Did he
imagine that she’d go all girly on him and drop him in it by giving herself
away? Really, he ought to know her better than that.

Before
she could ask any questions, the door opened, and Ashley was treated to her
first ever sight of the woman she’d heard so much about over the past eighteen
months but had so far managed to avoid meeting. She examined her critically,
disguising her acute interest beneath a cordial smile, and ruthlessly
suppressed the gut-wrenching jealousy that wormed its way through her insides.

Thank you for taking time out of your day to spend with us Readers & share with us your recent release from SirenBookStrand, "The Name of the Game". Your book sounds like such a Great read, thank you for the Teaser of an Excerpt, WOW what a way to leave Us with that punch at the end....now I HAVE to read more!!!!

I would very much appreciate if I could be entered in your giveaway for a chance to win your recent release, "The Name of the Game". Thank you.

Take Care & Wishing You Much Success,PaParanormalFan (Renee')paranormalromancefan@yahoo.com

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About Me

I'm a Brit now dividing my time between Andorra and Florida. I live with my husband Andre and a rescued dog of indeterminate pedigree. I write historical and contemporary romance as Wendy Soliman and my W. Soliman persona is responsible for The Hunter Files, my marine crime novels based in Brighton.